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Dead Flowers

Caitlin Kontaridis

Enticing garden guards her heart.

Thrusting bountiful colors of art

Demanding praise with irritance.

She sighs with diligence

And plucks.

A flawless flower beaming.

She smiles and steals him

Seeming off whim.

Beauty and brightness overwhelms

And compels a spell

Of a veil to contentment,

Yet there's trickery present.

The facade fades,

The aroma decays.

Flower's final destandence

Alludes to the truth inside.

Monstrousness subsides

He's no longer perfect,

No longer beautiful,

No longer sweet,

No longer a flower.

Arduous to disregard,

And inspect the garden again.

For another to lie and die.

 
 
 

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